A night of rest made Chu Feng truly feel the warmth of home.
Early the next day, An Rongrong came looking for Chu Feng bright and early.
"Thought the beauties of Yanjing might have kept you there," An Rongrong said to Chu Feng, her complaint laced with fondness.
Chu Feng wrapped his arm around An Rongrong's slim waist. "All the beauties in Yanjing put together aren't even one percent as pretty as you. With someone as beautiful as you at home, how could I possibly stay in that kind of place? It's smoggy every day, and the air isn't even good."
An Rongrong's pretty face blushed as she said, "Sweet-talker, I don't know how many young girls you've deceived in Yanjing."
Chu Feng said, "In this lifetime, having managed to deceive you into my hands is enough for me. Come give your husband a kiss."
"No way!" An Rongrong shyly dodged Chu Feng and broke free from his embrace.